TELEPHONE IN BOOTS...
Within all our minds we have vast depths of subconcious thought and hidden information...
Who knows what lurks in these depths? Magick? Telepathy? UFOs?
I don't know. But I wrote this when I was like, 7.
The Beginning of The End...
Notice that its Hawkeye book company and that's clearly an eagle.
Who the fuck is james?
Notice: Cactus. This is clearly the desert.
Toodle Doodle Foo Foo?
Notice how I glorified a giant sex machine.
Bootla Colada. I believe this makes the title relevant. I wonder if the man could unhinge his jaw like a serpent.
Everything here seems to be in order.
I included this so that you would know, for sure, that it was truly the end.
Well, there you have it. My Brain at 7.
Goodbye.
Who knows what lurks in these depths? Magick? Telepathy? UFOs?
I don't know. But I wrote this when I was like, 7.
The Beginning of The End...
Notice that its Hawkeye book company and that's clearly an eagle.
Who the fuck is james?
Notice: Cactus. This is clearly the desert.
Toodle Doodle Foo Foo?
Notice how I glorified a giant sex machine.
Bootla Colada. I believe this makes the title relevant. I wonder if the man could unhinge his jaw like a serpent.
Everything here seems to be in order.
I included this so that you would know, for sure, that it was truly the end.
Well, there you have it. My Brain at 7.
Goodbye.